Friday, 11 November 2011

The power of dance

Last night I expressed myself through the medium of dance.
I was in my mums living room but there was a huge audience expanding beyond the small confines of her modest room.
The crowd hushed as the lights dimmed, the music started as a spotlight highlighted me curled in a ball on the floor. The power of love by Jennifer Rush began to blast out, as I rise dressed in a vest top and baggy dance bottoms in my Patrick Swayze tribute.
Commences is what I can only describe as a powerful and moving expression of emotion, portrayed in a moving and contemporary style of dance with big leaps and air punches. The music builds up to a climax and I land on the floor exhausted and panting, I suffer for my art.
Just my sister claps.

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